The older I get the more real and dear this cry of David becomes:
Psalm 130:1-4
Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;
2 Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
3 If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,
Lord, who could stand?
4 But with you there is forgiveness,
so that we can, with reverence, serve you.
Life can be mean when left to means that seem to make first-impulse-sense
When we react without weighing the impact of the consequence
We tend to think after the chink in faulty armour is exposed
Rather than first examine best and worst outcome scenarios
To test the measure of time’s treasure that slips through us breath by breath
Is an awak’ning undertaking that could scare us half to death
Because the laws of cause and effect are not tricked by time or rank
Where the reaping is in keeping with the kind of seeds we plant
To think that we can wink at wisdom and somehow not pay the price
Or that desire is no liar when it ignores sound advice
Is but to play the fool most truly no matter how cool it seems
For consequence compensates duly what conscience and choice esteems
If God kept tally of our folly who could stand and who could pay
But to repentance he grants pardon and His strength to face the day
Love incomparable makes bearable the harvest, not subdued
Obedience, the evidence of love and humble gratitude
© Janet Martin
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